Poetry Volumes

Strive: A New Poem & Message

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I refuse to be defined by what you see
To be defined by what u make of me.
I refuse to be defined by the sickness ailing me.
For you to think I’m weak.
I refuse to fall into that cliché, that stereotype.

I’m more than the image or person I portray
Your assumptions won’t make you witty or slick
They only highlight your ignorance

The world is made of more than your shallow judgments
Your preconceived notions.

But if you must judge me by what you think you see
remember the world may just judge you the way you’ve judge me….


I’m not weak, I won’t break
I’ve been through more than you could imagine and still thrive.

I don’t succeed in life to taunt you
I’m not who I am because of you
I don’t do what I do because I’ve been told to

I’m me, I succeed, I thrive and I fight in spite of you

– Tiffany M. Oharriz

As many of you might have noticed due to the message in the poem above, I’m going through a pretty hard time right now.

Between my meds, rounds of treatments and doctor appointments I haven’t had much down time or thinking time for any of my stories so I apologize for any missed deadlines or what not.

I promise that once all of this is dealt with and I can find a normal routine I will be back to the same ole me typing away at the computer for you all to read 😀

Poetry Volumes: Memories May Fade

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If heart break is the path to freedom
Then surely my heart can rest
If hating you is easy
This test I cannot pass
If hating me is easy
Then this game should surely end
I don’t want the memories
You can take them all back
You’ve changed, I’ve changed
All I feel is your hate
Your anger stifling the air
My dreams will always be
Of a kinder you,
And a different me
If heartbreak is the path to freedom
I’m surely on my way
Because these memories may fade

Poetry Volumes: My Hazelnut Tree

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Is it too much to say that I’ve cried,
That I’ve broken down
That I swallowed my pride to ask God why
Each day that goes by
You guide me, wrapped in your loving arms
An echo of the warmth that once surrounded us all
You will live on with every breath that we take
Your memory will stay fresh with every beat of our heart
In my heart you will always stay
Forever unmoving in that special place
My Hazelnut Tree
My everything
My hero
My shelter
My strength,
My mother

RIP Mirta Oharriz
September 30, 1950 – September 16, 1993

Celtic Zodiac Tree – Hazelnut


Poetry Volumes: Untitled (Changed)

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You’re changing again; to a stranger I’ve never met. A stranger I’d like to forget.
Your changing again, your selfishness is stifling me, your words infuriating me.
I’m changing; to a stranger I wish I’d never met.
A lost soul wandering and hoping for a reprieve, hoping for the day to start a new.
My anger attacking you….
We’ve changed
Lies, surrounding me.
Your ignorance is blinding me.

Do you care? Can you notice your lies swirling thick in the air?
I can’t breathe; I can’t bring myself to move not until I hear the truth.

Your words, your actions cut worse than knives, burn worse than the hottest flame.
Your cigarette stained lips.
Deception in the air, your promise ringing in my ears.

Do you even realize you’re doing, you’ve done the one thing you swore you’d never do…
You’re hurting me because it’s convenient for you.

So keep grasping that handful of sand, and let the only solid things you had go…
All for your precious little thrills.

The weather’s changed, and we’ve changed.
It matches the chill in your heart and the ice now in mine….

Just tell me this, was it truly worth it.

Quote 1: Volumes

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If eyes are the pathway to the soul, then yours speak volumes and tell a story centuries old…

-Tiffany M. Oharriz